Sunday afternoon,
no responsibilities!
What to do? Nothin.

oh no snow

It's very nice out.  I just read the paper while having a beer on the back patio.  It was nice but a little strange to stumble on the ice on the way back inside.  It's still winter, I guess.

Weekend Review

It wasn't a particularly interesting weekend but it was a weekend none the less and I enjoyed myself.  I did some things this weekend while last week I just chilled at home.  They both have pluses.  I'm getting old and boring.

Friday I went to the full moon cabaret at the Bedlam Theatre.  It was...interesting.  There were some good puppet shows and some not very good ones.  I think the ones by the woman who put it on's boyfriend were the worst.  I'm sure there is a lesson to be learned there.  What it is, I don't know.  The night was fun though thanks to friends I spent it with.

Saturday night I went to the Twolves game with an old high school friend, Rob.  We were good friends for a while but don't hang out much anymore.  This makes things kind of strange.  Not with Rob in particular but when ever you hang out with someone you used to know well it is a different experience.  It was nice to catch up though.  His friend had nice seats for the game and since attendance is usually sparse we sat next to them instead of in my $3 nosebleed seats.  The Twolves actually won which was a pleasant surprise.  After we hit up The Local for some Jamison.  They sold the most in the world last year so...when in Rome.

Sunday I worked for a couple of hours.  It makes me fell better to work some on the weekends since I tend not to get to work until 9:30.  After making sure the gophers got into the NCAA basketball tournament I made some stir-fry with frozen vegetables, Ramen noodles, leftover lasagna noodles, tofu, shrimp and lots of soy sauce.  I thought it was pretty good last night.  It wasn't as good for lunch today though.

Today I worked for an hour because the default page on the web server I just built wasn't working.  Turns out I shouldn't have capitalized the I in index.  Oh, well, it still beats doing paperwork.

Basketball

I played in a 3 on 3 basketball league this winter. There were 10
teams and of those ten there were three groups of abilities. There
were the good teams, the mediocre teams and the bad teams. We were in
the bad teams group. Our problem wasn't lack of skill (although we
didn't have much) or the fact that we were out of shape (although we
were), but rather, the fact that I was the tallest guy on our team.
Every other team had at least one guy 2 inches taller than me and many
of them had 2. This created a lot of match up problems for us. If
one of the other guys on my team were taller we might have moved up to
the mediocre group, but we still couldn't hang with the big boys.
Anyways, the playoffs were last week and we lost our first playoff
game. We didn't have much of a chance as that team had a guy with 4
inches and at least a hundred pounds on me. I was not able to Wesley
Andre' the Giant. While that teams record was in the bad group, they
played a good team right after that and beat them so we didn't feel
that bad about it. It was a fun game. That brings us to last night.

Last night we played against another team that lost their first
playoff game. We played them in the regular season and were up for
much of the game. We ended up losing our lead late as we just ran out
of steam because we had 3 guys who had to play the whole game while
they had 5 so they could have subs. Both teams had 4 for this game.
It was close throughout. In the second half we were getting a little
tired of them calling ticky tacky fouls. When you play pickup ball
there are lots of things that would be called in the NBA that you
wouldn't call fouls. They were calling all of these things and more.
Finally it came to a head when one of their big guys barreled down the
lane and I tried to block his shot. He had his forearm out and
smacked me in the chin with it. He then called a foul on me! I
couldn't believe it and pointed out to him that HE hit ME and that was
a ridiculous foul. The guy blew up. He started calling me all kinds
of names and getting in my face. He was an ugly dude too so this was
not at all pleasant. He kept it up way too long until finally he went
out of the game as he couldn't keep control. I will point out again
that he was mad because I pointed out that he forearmed me in the face
and called a foul on me. I do feel bad as it's a hard lot in life
when you have to go through it as an big, ugly stupid guy. At the end
of the game with a minute left we hit a shot that made the score us
down by two. They proceeded to stall and run the time out. There's
nothing we could do at this point. That's just something that isn't
done. There's no shot clock and it's a timed game so really you could
do this if you had the lead at all in the second half. We were pissed
and I called them all sorts of names questioning their sportsmanship
and masculinity. I might have also grabbed my balls implying that
they have none. It's too bad that we won't play in that league again.
I would really like to get back at those guys. Now I'm just left
bitter and with a sore chin that I got called for a foul on. It was a
bad way to go out.

One more, from the top!

So I've tried to start this blog three times.  I think, it may be more.  Who knows, all  I know is that I'm going to try it again.  Am I a glutton for punishment?  Most definitely, but let's try it anyways, eh?  

So, you maybe asking, why am I trying again?  Kerouac, Jack would be the reason.  A month and a half ago I picked up "On the Road: the original scroll" and it was amazing.  It really helped me rediscover my favorite writer.  So now I'm reading a journal of his time when he had the experiences that led to On the Road and it is really inspiring me to write.  Or maybe it's daylight savings time or some such nonsense and I have the energy flowing through me.  Who knows.  All 

I can say is that it is starting, and I don't know if it will continue, or if this will be the third false start of this poorly titled blog.

I have a livejournal but I've decided to start on blogger for a couple of reasons.  Primarily, I need to start in anonymity.  I'm a coward and am not yet ready to expose myself to such public pressure.  It's not like I'm hiding here, anyone can read this nonsense (although I feel bad for them if they are compelled to) but I'm not going to advertise with all the wonderful methods of advertising we have this day and age, at least not yet.  So I'm hiding is the reason to stay away from livejournal.  Plus, you never know when it will go under.  I hope and pray that google doesn't go under any time soon although I read a lot of recession stuff today so you never know.  So when my livejournal friends find this I hope they aren't offended (ya bunch of whiners!) and I hope this will spurn me to write more (by more, of course, I mean, at all) in my livejournal.

So as this is an introduction you may wonder what I may speak about (who am I talking to?  This could come in handy in a criminal trial, but would be a negative in a child custody case, not that that's going to be happening anytime soon).  Well, I think I'm rather hard to pigeonhole.  I like art and movies and good literature and baseball and basketball and pop culture.  So I think we will get a lot of that in here.  Something for everyone, nothing for someone.  Something like that.

I think this is a good start for now.  In re-reading, I hope it gets better, but that's the point isn't it?